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Showing posts with label vampires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vampires. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 August 2012

Turn Back Time

Turn Back Time 

If I step back in time 
Way way back before my prime 
When the world was all mine 
Tiny, insular and undefined, 
My wild, unbridled imagination 
Turned even the norm into wonder and fascination, 
Autumnal stripped trees who were once wooded glades 
Suddenly turned to a landscape where aliens had to invade,
Those knotted roots that tripped and trapped, 
Made especially so them critters could watch how we'd adapt, 
Candy striped deck chairs upturned onto a lawn, 
Became my secret hideaway into many a dawn, 
Cars with bright lights, whizzing past, 
Were huge monster guzzling the landscape after a fast, 
Those tiny sparkling stars in the sky
Were angels watching me with their beady eyes, 
Gloomy graveyards with the resting dead 
Were definitely  places were all vampires fed, 
And those churches that loomed into the sky 
Were their dens where they practise to fly, 
My imagination is now in decline
I'm now way way past that sweet childhood time 
My world is here, now! and totally defined, 
Oh if we could just turn back time !



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Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors 
Jef Aérosol à Paris 


Shush quiet Can you hear ?
Your closest neighbours 
Screaming in fear
Vibrating through the earthly still
A blood curling, piercing, spine chilling,shrill,
Behind close doors where few may peek
May live a hideous inhuman freak,
Only here in human form
Waiting patiently for a new moon to dawn,
Then its fangs will appear organically
His thirst for blood will grip him manically
So your neighbour who you greet
Say hello too each time you meet,
May not be all he seems,
So shush quiet
Can you hear
Your neighbour

Scream 
  



Thank you to The Poetry Palace for this Award 
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